"I begged, I cried, I repented for my mistakes.
With the hope that you look at me with the love you have managed to hide somewhere.
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King Harold's eyes hardened at the lady begging at his feet.
The softness in Eva's eyes and the power of her loving heart, not settling well with him.
She can melt at such a site, but he couldn't.
Not when this lady has destroyed so many lives, her own being one in them.
" I....I am sorry.....I beg....I please....Eva..my daughter...I beg for my mistakes"
Her voice had turned lower towards the end, sobs breaking through her lips, stopping her from continuing.
Eva moved forward to pick her up when Harold's grip on her arm stopped her.
"But Dad!"
"Not a word. You go inside. I will handle this"
Eva's eyes again landed on Claire.
Her clothes were worn out, it looked like she has not taken a bath in ages.